Friday In the AM I watched a field and saw 1 hunter walk by the far edge and spook deer toward me (he turns out to be the first-year hunter later). I found tracks here and there as I hiked around and then found a great ridge overlooking an obvious elk travel corridor in a corner of public bordered on 2 sides by private. I sat there from about noon on and some hunters I saw at a distance earlier in the afternoon came and joined me at my exact spot for the last hour. 2 guys helping 2 hunters; one their dad and the other the first-year hunter they took under their wing that morning as he was hiking where they hoped to see elk. I thought it odd they would come to my exact spot, but what can you do on public land? Everyone was friendly and considerate. We all wanted to be back in the AM and while I was nervous about 3 hunters on one ridge, I figured it was manageable…
Saturday however the guys from the night before showed up with 4 hunters and then 2 more they had told of the spot came and each group had 2 non hunters. And I think maybe 2 others at random showed up. Way too many people in orange carrying rifles for me. There were a few elk at the edge of range below us but with such a large group I bailed back to the other side of the ridge hoping some of the elk made it around the herd of hunters and came down that side. Nobody got a shot that morning, but I decided to bail on the area and not hike around further. That afternoon I looked at several other trailheads and choose one to try a different way around private. I didn’t run into hunters, but neither was there fresh elk sign. When I got back to the other trailhead where I was camped I talked to people coming out. The original group from Friday afternoon had gotten an elk. So At least they weren’t going back out on Sunday and that seemed to be the case for a couple other groups. It seemed only 2 other hunters were headed up to that ridge and one I had talked to a bit and figured would be a fine hunting partner and the other was the first year guy I had only briefly talked to but he was friendly enough. Both had even less experience than me.
Sunday morning it turns out there were 4 of us up there at first light which made me a bit uncomfortable. But shortly after setting up we had elk moving below us towards private and about 5 minutes until legal light (which we had communicated and agreed on). I started calling and stopped the herd trying to keep them in range until legal light. I was watching them and in addition to trying to stall them I was looking for a cow separated from the others (over 100 head - many too close together for a shot). Apparently, the guy I had spoken too most had to point out to the first-year hunter where the elk were that I was calling to and this guy dropped and almost immediately shot (it was legal light). And then the guy I hadn’t met shot. I was still calling and the herd was confused. My thoughts waffled between "maybe I should just pass because this could be a mess" or maybe "I should take a neck shot so that I would either miss or know which cow was “my” cow". But alas, a cow stopped broadside and I took the traditional chest shot and I saw her react to it. Then after resettling the rifle I saw a cow near that same spot just standing as the rest of the herd passed her. Assuming she was wounded I shot again and so did the guy I had never met before as he also saw her looking wounded. So, I had shot twice and both other hunters had shot 3 times. The other guy I had spoken to most had decided not to shoot at all (smart fellow). I didn’t have a good feeling about the situation has we hiked over. We found one cow right away and 2 blood trails. One blood trail was just drops every 3-5’ while the other was massive and with small droplet sprays every so often. Those trails went 265 yards up hill and over a fence into private.
So then the arguing began. While the herd had been moving right to left the dead cow was laying facing right. The first year hunter said he shot 3 times at a cow facing opposite all the others and grazing and so the dead cow was his; which makes no sense because the animals were very alert to our presence on the ridge above them and moving together not grazing. When we looked closer at the cow she had no entry wounds on her right side and rather an entry left and exit wound on the right; so per his story this couldn’t be his. He was quite animated, emotional and pissed that we were “stealing” his cow and it took all of us talking calmly to try and get him to see his story didn’t match the animal in front of us and he marched back up the hill to try and get cell signal to call CPW. Then the guy I had never met said the cow was his because he didn’t see the wounded cow react to my shot and so he must have killed her with his shot. He wasn’t interested in my first shot or his first 2 shots.. just the last shots. My argument was none of us could be certain, cows all look the same, the pattern of aspens on the hillside was fairly uniform so it could be any of ours. None of us should claim it until we tried to get the other 2 and see their wounds.